slavery

when i walk i feel like exposed
for the horde of filthy goats
feel like a slave examined by a lewd
and disgusting eager brute

i know they stare at my trot
a slave probably worth being bought
a body ready to be used
designed for anything you choose

and i scream
yell them go from me
but they gather round me
getting firmer hold on me
i hate the slavery

oh how i hate this dismal place
salivary mouths pressed against my face
fat hands stroking and pinching my flesh
and greed and sweat dripping on my head

fascinated with my walk
they stare at me block after block
and i writhe with useless wrath
they want to have me or kill me or both

and i scream in the street
yell them go from me
but they strangle me
getting firmer hold on me
i hate the slavery